Well, my heart broke today.
My Nan’s cat, Minty, died, at home, in her sleep, at the grand old age of 21. She had been around for well over half my life and had been my Nan’s best friend and constant companion since the passing of my Grandad.
She had a unique, quirky personality, that meant she would tap people on the arm when she wanted their attention and would often meow at trees in the garden. You can’t put a price on the loyal friendship she offered, neither can you fill the empty space such a friend leaves behind. She will be greatly missed.
Goodbye, old friend.